Damon, Dianne and Demi

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Damon, Dianne and Demi

by Willie B. Florida
comments welcome to williebflorida@gmail.com

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Damon looked out over the bright sand and waves glittering in the sunlight and sighed. He was, quite frankly, fulling indulging in a great bout of self-pity. Here he was, 23 years old, in the prime of his life and he ought to have been enjoying himself. But he felt himself all caught betwixt and between. He was too old to be lying on the beach doing nothing, thinking without acting. He'd had sex with women--enjoyed it, in fact--but was at the beach to watch boys. That was the problem. He didn't have the first clue about how to actually approach one of these boys and even if he did . . . what was supposed to happen next? His life was on hold.

Damon was taken aback when a woman walked up and set a large beach bag not three feet away from him. She was attractive enough to catch his attention, but, really, this close? He scanned the waves again, determined to enjoy the boy sights he'd come down to the beach to enjoy. The woman took out a tube of sun block and began slathering it down one long shapely leg. Damon had to admit she was good looking--older than himself by a long shot but still young--younger than his mother he guessed. His mother! He sighed again.

"I hope you don't mind my being here?" the woman inquired.

"Oh! Oh, no," Damon insisted. She had laid out her beach towel awfully close to where he was sitting. It was a little odd. But Damon was too polite to protest.

"You're a very good looking young man," she said, busying herself with applying sunblock to her other long shapely leg.

He looked out at the gaggle of boys playing in the waves. There were some good looking ones at the beach today, some stripped naked, some in bathing suits. It really was awkward, he thought miserably, being stripped at his age. It was one thing to be the right age--it was almost normal to be a naked kid or teen in Florida--but Damon could no longer pretend not to be an adult. "Why'd you strip me for life?" he'd asked his mother.

"It's no big deal. You don't mind being naked, do you?" she replied.

"That's not an answer, mom," he'd complained. "None of my friends are stripped for life! I mean, when they're older they'll be putting clothes on and look at me, I'll still just be a kid or something!"

"You're a very good looking young man," his mother had insisted.

The woman next to him touched him on the shoulder. "Would you mind putting some of this lotion on my back? It's hard to reach."

Startled out of his memories, Damon blinked. The woman was holding out the tube of sun block, evidently ready to squirt some into his hand.

"Oh, sure, sorry," Damon blustered. He accepted the lotion into his hand and gingerly reached out to spread it across the woman's back. She was well tanned and the string ties of her bikini top left most of her back exposed. He applied the lotion, taking time to note that her skin was very soft before drifting back into his train of thought.

"But, why would you spend all that extra money to strip me for life? The only parents that do that are trying to get their kids onto sports teams, or something particular like--I don't know--nude gymnastics or ballet or something!"

"Well, someone offered to pay and I accepted."

"Someone? Someone else offered to pay to get me stripped? Why?" Damon's voice was rising in outrage.

"There was a man in my life, and he--well, he had an interest in you--wanted to . . . I just wasn't comfortable with the idea," his mother equivocated.

"Wanted to what? Wanted your teenage boy naked so he could, what . . . fuck me, is that it?" Damon pressed on.

"You were 15 . . . "

"I know what age I was, mom. Do I know this guy?"

"No," his mother declared emphatically. "I was protective of you, Damon. I didn't want to introduce a string of men into your life when I wasn't sure if they were going to stick around or not. Relationships have not exactly been my forté."

"Protect me? So you stripped me just in case you changed your mind and this guy was going to have his way with me?"

"Damon, you're stripped, that's the way things turned out. Life isn't always predictable, but it isn't that bad a thing."

"If you'll just apply a little more to my neck I think it will be perfect," the woman said.

"I'm sorry," Damon blurted out. He rubbed a little more lotion onto the woman's shoulders and neck and sat back.

"Here I am asking you for favors and I haven't even introduced myself," the woman exclaimed. "I'm Dianne."

"Um, Damon. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too. I haven't seen you at the beach before. Do you come often?"

"Yeah, often enough."

"Well, I must have not been paying attention. I'm glad I happened to sit down next to you today. Say," Dianne suggested, "would you like to walk down the boardwalk and get some ice cream? My treat."

Damon took a last glance across the water just in time to see a boy in a bright yellow speedo catch a wave and surf in to shore.

"I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous," Dianne added. "You probably have classes to go to, or a job . . . "

"I'm done for the day. I'm a student at the community college. I work at the 7-11 on Altamonte, but that's a crap job, if you know what I mean." The two stood up. Dianne in her navy blue bikini and Damon in his full nudity. He kept himself shaved--face, chin, pubic area--and was seamlessly tanned from years of being stripped and outdoors. The two sized each other up briefly and then headed up to the boardwalk.

The walk gave Damon a chance to get a better look at his new acquaintance. Perhaps she was younger than he had at first expected. He was also surprised that she seemed up to date on all the latest music and her jokes were far more current--and funny--than anything he could imagine his mother coming up with. He realized that he was having a good time and that there was a tingle in his dick. Consciously putting aside thoughts of boys and his dismal life he decided to enjoy himself.

Dianne licked her ice cream cone in obvious reference to something else. Damon tweaked the tip of his cone in what he hoped was an arousing approximation of taking one of Dianne's nipples into his mouth. Dianne curled her tongue and stuck the tip between her luscious lips. Damon sashayed his nude hips at her. She leered at his penis, now half hard with arousal. They stopped briefly at a small Mediterranean-style take out place and made a beeline for Dianne's car.

"Are you parked somewhere around here, or do you want to ride with me," Dianne asked.

"I took the bus," Damon replied, and so the invitation was asked and accepted without ever mentioning it outright.

Dianne's place turned out to be a whitewashed condo unit with a xeriscaped garden out front with an array of gnarled rocks and various prickly, spiky type plant specimens. Inside the floor was tile and the kitchen tidy. Dianne showed him the master bedroom and invited him to use the attached bathroom to take a shower if he wanted.

"I'll get us glasses of wine," she offered. "Red or white?"

"Red is good," Damon answered. "I'll just rinse off this sand if that's alright."

"Absolutely."

Damon stepped out of the shower to find a now fully naked Dianne with a glass of red. Music played from hidden speakers and dusk was filling the sky outside the window with quickly darkening hues of pinks and purples as they fell into bed. Damon woke later in the night with the urgent need to pee and after navigating to the toilet and back he lay awake just long enough to worry about how things would feel in the morning, and then he fell asleep.

Damon woke to a sun-filled bedroom that was not his own, heard the shower running and remembered he'd just spent the night with a woman he had only met the night before. He sat up, hoped the morning would not be too awkward and wandered into the bright tile and steel kitchen of the condo unit. His mother had kept him on the pills right up until he was 21; he'd stopped taking them after that but had gotten used to the feeling of being hard. He stood in the middle of the kitchen idly stroking himself erect and wondering what was for breakfast.

"You're my mom's new boyfriend!"

Damon's hand froze in place on his half-hard dick.

"Did you fuck her?"

Damon was instantly infatuated. His dick went rock hard, his brain swam with lack of blood, his legs turned to mush and he nearly fell flat on his face.

"Are you okay, mister?"

Damon was speechless, but his mind reeled. This--child, young adult, adolescent--was evidently a boy, although his boxers teasingly revealed nothing. From his twinkling eyes and slight grin to the curl of his toes on the tile floor he exuded the golden beauty of a being on the cusp between child and adulthood, girlish grace and boyish charm, innocence and all-knowing sexual awakening.

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"Good morning, Damon," Dianne greeted him cheerfully, coming out of the bedroom. She was wearing a short cotton bathrobe with a pink towel wrapped around her hair. "I see you've met my son."

Damon's erection throbbed uselessly into the air. "A fact you failed to mention."

Dianne laughed. "Meet Demi--short for Demetrius. This is Damon."

Damon reached out his hand, so recently pulling on his dick. "Pleased to meet you Demi."

"Hi." Demi laughingly shook Damon's hand.

"Formalities complete, let's have breakfast," Dianne said. "Demi, you set the table, I'll make eggs and toast. Is that alright?" she asked Damon.

"Sure, fine. What's my task?"

"For today you're a guest, so just watch."

Damon was good at watching and Demi's every move electrified him. H was clad only in a pair of boxers and he moved about the room with catlike grace on bare, agile feet. Damon could see where the boy got his good looks. He had the same long, shapely legs as his mother. His skin was smooth and silky looking. His body hair glistened with a bronze glow from the sun. His eyes shown green, he had a sharp chiseled nose and almost too-red lips. His head was topped with a tousle of dark curly hair.

"Want to go to the beach with me today?" Demi asked, looking at Damon over his glass of orange juice.

Damon looked at Dianne who nodded. "Only if he has time, Demi."

I briefly considered bagging work, but decided to do the right thing. "I have to be at work soon, but I'd love to go to the beach with you. Next time?"

Demi nodded, his green eyes gleaming.

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Damon was hard as a rock as he thrust deep, accelerating his pace and anticipating the rising orgasm boiling up from deep inside. His mind was so filled with images of Demi that it was almost a shock when Dianne erupted into a vocal orgasm and her body spasmed around his phallus. With a last imagined vision of Demi's taut body running across the beach Damon erupted into his own orgasm, spewing sperm into Dianne's hot snatch.

The two lay side by side, their breathing rough as they looked up at the light playing on the white-painted ceiling.

"God, that was wonderful," Dianne exclaimed. "You're a good lover, do you know that?" She reached out her hand and trailed it lightly up the centerline of Damon's torso.

"You felt wonderful, too," Damon offered.

"Demi really would enjoy it if you went to the beach with him."

"Oh." Damon started, hoping that Dianne hadn't somehow divined that throughout their lovemaking he had been consumed with fucking her gorgeous son. "Oh, for sure, I would enjoy it too . . . I mean the beach . . . with your son," Damon stammered.

Dianne laughed lightly, her fingers still idly playing on Damon's abdomen. "He's grown so much more independent this last year," Dianne explained, "he doesn't really want his mother out and about with him all the time. I think what he's really craving," she mused, "is a somewhat older boy . . . as a friend." She ran her fingernail up Damon's penis which exploded into a sudden and painfully hard erection. "That got your attention, didn't it!"

Damon lay there feeling utterly revealed, but Dianne didn't seem a bit perturbed. "Let's get a nightcap before calling it an evening, shall we?" she suggested. She threw a lacy gown around her shoulders and tied it around her waist. "Come on," she teased, heading for the kitchen.

Dianne poured two glasses of sherry on the rocks and handed one to Damon. "Cheers!"

"Cheers to you!"

Just as Damon brought the glass to his lips, Demi stepped out of his room. He was wearing tighter, more form-fitting briefs, and Damon could see enough to imagine the outline of the boy's penis. He felt dizzy as more blood filled his erection. He drank down his sherry and collapsed as gracefully as he could onto the sofa.

"Can we watch a movie, mom," Demi begged. "Please?"

"Honey, we were just going to bed."

"Bed? But, it's still early . . . and besides . . . we have a visitor. Doesn't that make it a special occasion?"

"Damon?"

"Um, it's fine with me."

"Okay, tell you what. Pick out something everyone will like -- not a whole movie, maybe a program or something."

"Yay!" Demi cheered. He ran to turn on the TV and began messing with Netflix.

Damon tried to pay attention. It was some kind of sit-com, not bad, but sitting in the dark with Demi snuggled up against him was distracting. The boy's skin was soft against his and warm. It felt like an electric charge was tingling between them. When Demi's hand brushed against his abdomen Damon thought it was an accident, but then Demi brought his hand softly down onto his skin and left it there. Damon's erection throbbed upwards, his penis lifting up and away from his body. He was both afraid that it would accidentally brush Demi's fingers--and hoping that it would. They sat there, Demi's soft fingers gently touching Damon's body, and Damon's penis throbbing in the air, searching for the touch, as it were. Damon looked over to where Dianne sat on the other side of her son, but she seemed improbably absorbed in the program's laugh track.

Damon's hand had been wedged between his own naked skin and Demi's nearly naked body, but now he inched it slowly up along the curve of Demi's waist. The boy's skin was impossibly warm and soft and inviting. Damon ran his finger along the edge of the boy's underwear. He waited for Demi to protest or pull away. The program continued, Dianne seemed engrossed in whatever action was flickering on the screen, and Damon's fingers explored their way across the waistband of Demi's only item of apparel. Having reached the midpoint, Demi ran the side of his hand from the waistband to the indent of Demi's belly button and back down, barely brushing the bulge of fabric covering the boy's penis as he pulled his hand away. Demi's remained silent, while his own hand continued to rest on Damon's abdomen. Emboldened, Damon repeated the motion, running his hand down Demi's belly and brushing the boy's crotch and then resting his hand on the bare flesh of his thigh. Damon was sure that Demi's bulge was bigger the second time around.

"Well boys, that was a great program," Dianne enthused.

Damon snatched his hand away from Demi's thigh, but the boy left his hand exactly where it had been. "I like cuddling on the couch with you," he spoke into the darkness.

"That's nice, Demi," Dianne concurred, "can you please turn off the TV and get your teeth brushed. We stayed up extra so we could all do something together, but it's your bedtime now."

"Okay, mom!" Demi answered with alacrity. He pulled his hand away and busied himself with turning off the TV. "Goodnight, mom," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Damon," he added, giving the young man a kiss on the cheek as well before going off to bed.

"Do you need another nightcap?" Dianne asked.

"Sure," Damon answered.

"I hope Demi's not being too much of a trouble."

"Oh, not at all, he's a sweet boy."

"He likes you," she observed.

"You appear to have raised a wonderful son," Damon replied diplomatically.

"I'll drink to that," Dianne replied, lifting her glass.

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Damon spent all week anticipating his next date with Dianne and Demi. His living situation was not the greatest, he wasn't doing well in school and work -- well, the less said the better. But, he was also as nervous as can be. How long can a guy go out with a woman when he's quickly developing a major crush on her underage son? Still, Damon was happy to have something exciting in his life and it gave him plenty to jack off to each night before he fell asleep.

Damon had been invited to come over Saturday afternoon, hang out a bit, have dinner, spend the night with Dianne, and hopefully take Demi to the beach the next day. He arrived at 4 pm, as arranged and rang the bell.

"Hi Damon!" Demi opened the door and greeted the young man with unmasked enthusiasm. He was also totally naked. Damon froze in his tracks. "Aren't you coming in?" Demi insisted.

"Oh, sure. Isn't your mom here?" Damon asked.

"She went to the store. She'll be right back," Demi replied breezily. "My mom's stripping me for my birthday, did you know that? Then we can do whatever we want together."

"Uh . . . your birthday. When's that?"

"I'm turning 15 on May 15 . . . Fifteen on fifteen, isn't that cool?"

"That is cool. My mom stripped me when I turned 15 years old."

"Oh, really! That's a great coincidence. I thought you might have been stripped like your whole life."

"Not until 15 . . . but for the rest of my life. I mean, she stripped me for life."

"So you'll always be naked. Sweet."

"You think that's cool, do you?" Damon teased.

"Yeah, and when we're both stripped -- well, you know the rules!" Demi's eyes twinkled.

"So, do you still want to go to the beach tomorrow?" Damon asked, trying to get onto safer territory.

"Of course!"

"Oh, good. So, you're a surfer?"

"Ocean swimming."

"You swim in the ocean?" Damon asked, confused.

"It's a thing. Surfers surf. Ocean swimmers go out for different distances, but most organized races are 10K--10 kilometers--," Demi clarified, noting Damon's blank stare.

"I guess I never heard of ocean swimming, unless, well I guess there's swimming in a triathlon, right?"

"Yeah, triathlons can include swimming in the ocean, but I don't do the other parts. I'm strictly an ocean swim person."

"So, that's what you do at the beach," Damon asked, wondering what they would do together the next day.

Demi laughed, his curls bobbing. "We can do whatever you want. Play in the waves, swim, run on the beach . . . or, you know, just hang out!"

Dianne opened the door and came in with a bag of groceries. "I'm so sorry, Damon," she apologized. "I see Demi let you in. Come help me put these away. No, not you," she waved Damon away. "Demi can make himself useful."

Damon sat on one of the kitchen stools and took the chance to take in Demi's newly revealed nudity. The pale outlines of a swim brief or speedo were clearly visible against his skin, which in spite of its apparent paleness was clearly somewhat tanned by the sun. He had the muscular and well-shaped buttocks of a swimmer and without the interruption of underwear his body seemed all of a lithe well-proportioned piece. His penis jutted out from his body, slender, long and equally well-proportioned. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin extended well out from the head in a long graceful taper. The boy was absolutely gorgeous, the more so without the encumbrance of clothing, even if the maximum coverage Damon had ever seen on him was a pair of boxers.

"So, Damon," Dianne interrupted his visual reverie. "Tell me what you want to be when you grow up?"

"Who says I want to grow up?" Damon parried.

"Touché," Dianne replied. "I guess I should be more to the point. You said you were in school. I'm assuming you have some plan to your studies or are you living on a trust fund?"

"Mom!" Demi protested.

"It's okay," Damon assured him, "I can handle blunt questioning. I really want to be an EMT, especially if I could work in water rescue, but . . . "

"So is that what you're studying?" Dianne questioned.

"Well, I'm working on the prerequisites for the program."

"I sense a problem."

"Yeah, it's the math. I don't really get why you have to do all this math, after all the technical skills are much more important, but that's how it is."

"My mom can tutor you," Demi chimed in, "she's an accountant."

"I . . . I guess . . . well, I wouldn't want to assume . . . "

"It's true," Dianne agreed, "I could help you, but you'd have to be committed."

"It's just, well, my mother says I'm all thumbs when it comes to math."

"That's nonsense. You probably just need a good teacher--and a better attitude!"

"I really do want to do well."

"That's the spirit!" Dianne applauded. "Let's have a lesson and then you two can head off for the beach."

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Damon wasn't exactly thrilled about having spent an hour out of a gorgeous day sitting at the table going over equations, especially as Demi insisted on sitting on the opposite side of the table the entire time. The boy's body was a huge distraction and Damon's dick was as reliably erect the entire time as when he'd been younger and his mother kept him on pills the whole time.

The time seemed to drag by interminably but eventually he and Damon bid Dianne good-bye and headed out the door. Demi had pulled on a pair of flimsy navy blue nylon swim briefs. Damon, of course, was naked.

"Run?" Demi asked, poised on the sidewalk as if ready to take off.

"What?"

"I usually run to the beach. It's part of my work-out program," Demi explained.

Damon hesitated for a moment. "Well, I thought we'd take the bus, but okay. I'll try it."

Demi shot ahead but soon dropped back waiting for Damon to catch up. After a couple of miles Damon slowed to a walk, his chest heaving.

Demi walked alongside him and finally broke the silence. "I could be your tutor, too -- you know, get you in shape to be an EMT."

Damon nodded, still feeling a little out of breath.

"It'd be cool. I'd be doing ocean racing, maybe teaching advanced swim techniques or something. You'd be a beach rescue EMT. We'd be able to spend all our time together at the ocean!"

"Yeah, that would be cool," Damon agreed.

"But, you know, math isn't everything, or the equipment. You've got to be in shape."

"I agree . . . "

"So, after your tutoring sessions, we'll do an exercise program. You'll see improvement in no time," Demi assured him.

"If you say so!"

"Come on, Damon, don't you want to make progress?"

"Sure, sure I do."

"Tell you what, I'll even meet you at your house after you get off work. We can start from there and run to the beach. That way you won't have to get over the inertia. That's what my mom calls it when I procrastinate," Demi explained.

"No, no. That's alright. I can meet you at your place."

"Where do you live anyway. You've never asked me over."

"Yeah, well it's nothing special. It's a dump actually."

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure it's not that bad. I used to feel bad when anybody came over to our apartment. Some kids at school live in these huge houses. But then I got over it--not everybody is super rich. Besides, maybe my mom and I are rich and we just want to live in a condo because it's less work to take care of, how about that?"

"You've got a fantastic attitude, Demi. I can't argue with you a bit. But my place . . . first of all it isn't even my place. A couple of guys I know from work are letting me crash in the garage temporarily. I don't even have a real bed, just an old sofa that they were storing back there."

"Didn't you say your mom lives nearby?"

"She kicked me out. You're old enough to earn your own keep, she said. Actually, she has a new man in her life and wanted me out of the way. It's just as well," Damon muttered under his breath.

"What'd you say?"

"Never mind," Damon insisted, "let's run!"

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Damon imagined himself poised over Demi's body and plunged deep with one final thrust. He allowed himself a vocal release at the same time that he ejaculated. His body continued to send jet after jet into the warm enclosure that cosseted his erection; so much sperm erupting out of him that he began to fear that it was never going to stop.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed as he collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm planning on stripping Demi for his birthday," Dianne said into the darkness.

"Anghh mmmld mnn," Damon gurgled unintelligibly between gasping breaths.

"You're making great progress on math," Dianne continued, "Demi says you've started a workout program with him. I have a suggestion about your living situation."

Damon turned on his side and opened his eyes. Dianne smiled at him.

Don't you realize I've been pretending to fuck your son, Damon thought to himself. "My living situation?" he asked out loud.

"Demi tells me you're living temporarily in a garage? That isn't right."

"It's a roof over my head. I'm not exactly complaining."

"And that you're mom kicked you out of the house?"

His mom again. "Yes, my mom. You know she stripped me when I was the same age Demi is."

"That's a coincidence," Dianne said brightly.

"It's not the only coincidence," Damon muttered.

"I want you to move in with us," Dianne said brightly.

"I can't," Damon stated flatly.

"Why not! Demi would love it if you lived here!"

Yeah, Damon thought--that's exactly the problem.

"Anyway, Demi's birthday is coming right up. I need your help with the stripping."

"My help?"

"Of course your help. Once he's stripped you two can do anything you want together!"

"But . . . "

"Demi adores you . . . and if I'm not mistaken you feel for him, too?"

"But . . . "

"Demi wants you so bad, but as his mother it's my job to make sure you're a good guy. I can't prevent my son from getting hurt, but I'm protective. I haven't always been good at relationships and I don't want my son going through the same heartaches I have."

"But . . . "

Dianne continued to smile, calmly waiting for the wheels to turn in Damon's head.

"Look, Dianne. My mom stripped me for life because some old geezer, some guy I never met . . . I don't even know how to start this conversation!"

"Let's start at the beginning. Do you love Damon?"

"Of course I love him, but . . . "

"If he came in here right now and we both said we couldn't be happier if you would just fuck his ass, would you . . . I think you've answered!"

Dianne ran her finger teasingly along the length of Damon's suddenly fully erect phallus.

"You're not playing fair!" Damon protested.

"But it's true, right? If I told you Demi is head over heels in love with you and wants to spend the rest of his life in your arms, would you be surprised?"

"No," Damon murmured softly, "I guess I already knew that."

"Of course you did. You love him, too."

"It's just, well, I've been feeling terribly guilty."

"Because when you're fucking me you're really fucking him?" Dianne asked gently.

"How'd you know?" Damon was baffled.

"Trust a mother's intuition."

"I've been angry at my mother for years, and here I am doing the same thing."

"You mean, you think I'm doing the same thing to Demi," Dianne stated.

"Well, yeah. I'm the old geezer who wants to fuck your son, and you're stripping him and . . . well, handing him over to the old geezer."

"The old geezer." Dianne and Damon both laughed.

"You know what I mean."

"I think you should know, Damon, that it was Demi who spotted you on the beach. He bugged me about you so much that I finally sat down next to you that day and . . . well, you know the rest."

"Can I fuck you this time . . . I mean really fuck you, not your son?"

"Be sure to make me come this time!"

* * *

"You haven't been stripped yet," Demi's mother reminded him.

The boy laughed, and shimmied his naked body across the room.

"Happy Birthday!" Damon greeted him, emerging from Dianne's bedroom. Damon, of course, was as naked as usual.

"Thank you, thank you," Demi replied, bowing to an imaginary audience of well-wishers, before sitting down at the breakfast table.

Dianne had put out a large vase of flowers and special plates. A moment later she emerged from the kitchen with a home made strawberry shortcake piled high with whipped cream and surrounded by the luscious red berries. A single candle perched atop the concoction. Demi and Dianne sang "Happy Birthday" and Demi dutifully blew out the candle.

Everyone accepted their portions and dug in. Halfway through breakfast Dianne broke the silence.

"Damon, I'm stripping Demi today and I need you to make some choices."

His mouth full of strawberry shortcake, Damon nodded.

"Would you like him naked until he turns 21, or would you like him stripped for life?"

Demi raised his eyes from his plate and looked back and forth between Damon and his mother.

"Uh, that's a big decision," Damon equivocated. "Shouldn't you be asking Damon what he wants?"

"Did your mother ask your opinion before she stripped you for life?" Dianne asked.

"No. I had absolutely nothing to do with any of it," Damon asserted flatly.

"Well, Demi has absolutely nothing to say about this, either. You did say you would stay with my son for life, did you not?"

Demi's eyes grew bigger as he turned to look at Damon.

"Yes. Absolutely."

"In a few years," Dianne stated, "you'll both be adults--and how you work things out will be between the two of you. But right now he is still a child. I am his mother and you are an adult, so these decisions are up to us. Demi will just have to live with the consequences of entering into this phase of his life while he was still a minor and not in full control."

Damon nodded, fully aware of Demi's large-eyed gaze upon him. "But," he argued, "there's a huge difference in expense, I mean . . . "

"I've been planning this for years. I have plenty saved up for whatever is to be done for my son. So, what's it to be?" Dianne persisted.

"I'd like him stripped for life." Damon's voice was firm.

"Excellent. I'll have him stripped for life. We'll take care of that right after breakfast."

Demi nodded.

"My plan is to take care of everything at Piercing Palace. They can do the SFF formalities, plus they offer an awful lot of other options. Anything you want Damon: you can have him shaved, pierced, tattooed. They've got rings, vibrators, butt plugs. You could have him circumcised . . . "

"Mom!" Demi protested.

"Demi," Dianne turned on him severely. "Is it still your intention that you want to stay with Damon for the rest of your life? I thought that was what you wanted?"

"Yes, mom. Yes, that's what I wanted."

"Alright then, that's what you're getting. What do you say?"

"Thank you."

"You're a very lucky boy. You're getting something you dearly wanted and at the tender age of 15. The rest of this is up to Demi and I. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Okay. Damon, so how would you like your boy?"

"First off, I definitely do not want him circumcised." Damon gave Demi a subtle wink and continued. "His long tapered foreskin is absolutely gorgeous and should stay just the way it is. I also love his sun-bronzed body hair, so let's leave that. However, I would like all his pubic hair permanently removed -- just to remind both of us that he was still a boy when we got together. All the pubic hair around the penis, testicles and anus."

"Not a problem," Dianne replied.

"I'm not a big fan of tattoos--they just don't seem to age that well--but I'd like some piercings. Let's get some white gold little rings put through his earlobes, his nipples, and one ring right through the lower part of the aforementioned foreskin. That should be useful for some fun!"

Demi smiled at his friend, starting to enjoy the day again.

"Also . . . well, I don't know if it's appropriate or not . . . " Damon's words tapered off.

"You're doing great, Damon," Dianne encouraged him. "Don't hold back now. Like I said, expense is not an issue."

"It's not just expense, although I think they do cost a bit, but," Damon hesitated and then plunged on. "How about some bondage rings?"

"Whatever you want," Dianne repeated.

"Bondage rings!" Demi's voice was infused with muted enthusiasm. "What are they for?"

"Not for serious shit like hanging you from the ceiling or the wall. I won't put you on the rack or anything like that." Damon took a moment to gaze directly into Demi's green eyes. "What I have in mind are these narrow titanium bands. They're really well crafted. Smooth, rounded rings that won't dig into your skin, hidden locking mechanism--and no, you won't be able to get them off--they're meant to be permanent, easy to run a connecting band through so that the rings can be attached to one another, or you can be tied up to something else."

Damon continued to look into Demi's eyes, gauging the boy's reaction. The green got only sharper. The boy was into it!

"I don't think it should affect your swimming performance. That would be my only concern."

"No, it will be fine," Demi assured him.

"The rings will be useful for binding you into position--you know, so I can fuck you--or if I just need to keep you immobile for a bit while I'm busy," he teased the boy. "But, mostly it's just the idea of it. That you're mine."

Demi blinked back tears and nodded his head earnestly.

"Anything else," Dianne inquired.

"There's a class at school," Demi began, his voice quivering. He swallowed and started over. "There'a class at school for if you think you're going to be stripped, or if you just got stripped. I think you get credit for it. I could take it."

"Sure, that would be fine," Dianne answered.

"I have no objection," Damon asserted, "but if you're interested in classes, there's a special class we can take together."

"What class is that?" Demi wanted to know.

"It's for dominants and submissives--learning the ropes, as it were." Damon smiled at his pun.

"Okay," Demi agreed.

"So, shall we get this show on the road?" Dianne asked, "I'm eager to see you in full gear; what was that list again, Damon?"

"Shaved pubis, pierced ears, nipples and foreskin, bondage rings on wrists and ankles; that should do it."

"I want him on the shot for the first three weeks, at least," Dianne asserted. "After that it's up to you."

"I was on the pills and erect 100% of the time from the time I was stripped at 15 until I turned 21. It was okay," Damon explained. "I have no problem with you're putting Demi on the shot. It'll be fun to see him erect all the time for awhile. But after awhile I'll probably play with having him on or off the pills at random."

"Alright, let's get ready. Demi, you'll have to wear at least a swim suit or a pair of shorts until we can get that SFF chip behind your ear. After that you can give all that stuff away."

* * *

Dianne rolled out of bed, threw on a robe. She started to tie it, changed her mind and looked in the mirror at her mostly nakereetd body. "I think I still look pretty damned good," she admitted to herself.

"Good morning!" She greeted Damon as she emerged from Demi's old room. She'd given the boys her former bedroom and queen-size bed. "I may buy a king size," she'd told them, "but for the moment I'm sleeping alone, so . . . " she'd given them a lascivious grin and pushed aside all their protests. "You'll enjoy the bigger bed now that you're officially lovers. Plus, it has those four sturdy posts."

"Good morning, Dianne," Damon responded. He was trying to finish his breakfast but he was majorly distracted by the action happening under the tablecloth.

"How's he doing?" Dianne asked.

"At this, he's incredi . . . ahh . . . ble . . . agh!" Damon gave up trying to eat and suddenly sat upright, exploding in a loud groan. His hips bucked on the seat and he collapsed against the seat back. Demi emerged from under the table, a splattering of white ejaculate across his lips and dribbling down his chin.

"Well, if it isn't my firstborn beauty!" Dianne feigned surprise. Demi's stuck his tongue out lewdly between his lips and his eyes twinkled mischievously.

"It's almost time for school," Dianne reminded her son. "Brush your teeth, comb your hair and get going."

"Okay, mom!" Demi replied.

Dianne was tired when she got home later that day. She couldn't wait to get out of her work clothes and into the shower, but couldn't help looking in on the boys. After all, the door to their room--so recently hers--was wide open. Demi was folded tightly into 'baby pose' -- his knees bent under him, torso folded forward and his arms back. It was quite clear that the bondage rings were being put to good use, keeping Demi's wrists tightly bound to his ankles and giving Damon a nicely presented backside. In fact, Damon at that very moment looked more fully erect than Dianne had ever seen him and thrust fully into her son in one practiced motion. To her surprise Demi took it up inside him without even a murmur. As Damon began pounding into Demi in earnest, Dianne pulled herself away and went to take a shower. At dinner the two boys were simply beaming with the glow of sexual satisfaction and connubial happiness.

"That's quite a talent," Dianne murmured.

"Which?" Demi asked, "fucker or fuckee?"

"All things considered, both," Dianne admitted.

Damon sat on the beach, his erect penis fully embedded in Demi's ass. The younger boy sat on his lap, facing forward, while Damon slowly stroked the 15 year old's erection. Demi was busy practicing what he'd learned in class. Not the class in school, which had been much more boring than he'd imagined. The BDSM class, on the other hand, was by turns fascinating and terrifying. In reality, neither Damon or Demi were into the serious stuff. Dungeons and spikes and keeping one's submissive in a cage or hanging from the ceiling was not their scene. On the other hand, the sex stuff was pretty cool. One of the best things, they both agreed, was Demi's talent for undulating his pelvic muscles. With some pointers from the teacher and regular practice he was quickly developing his innate abilities. Feeling himself close to coming, Damon began stroking Demi's erection in earnest.

"You can come now," he murmured in his lover's ear.

Taking permission as command Demi spurted his cum out onto the sand, attracting the attention of nearby beach goers who had been oblivious to the two boys' erotic interaction.

Demi's orgasm further increased the delicious sensations on Damon's submerged member and sent the older male into his own paroxysms, the force of his orgasm pressing further up against the younger boy's prostate. Incredibly, the boy went into a second round of orgasm, including another long jet of sperm out across the sand.

"I wish I could be on both ends of you," Damon murmured, "Coming up your backside and drinking down your sperm on the front."

"I'll get a passing beach brat to suck me off next time we try this," Demi teased.

"Could be," Damon assented. He slowly pushed the boy up. His erection slipped out of the boy's ass with a pop.

"Off you go, boy," he slapped Demi on the rump.

He watched the youngster trot off down the beach to the water, his bondage rings glinting in the sun.

Demi would be gone for hours, training for his next ocean swim meet. But it was okay, Damon had plenty to do on his own. He took one last look at the ocean and turned and trudged up to the boardwalk, washed himself off under the public shower and headed to the public library. Dianne's tutoring was really helping, sex with Demi was extremely stimulating, and he was in love. He was ready to ace his math exam and get into the EMT program in earnest. Demi would meet him at the library and they'd run the three miles home. By then he'd have a ready appetite: sprawl Demi spread eagled on his belly, his wrists and ankles bound with ties to the four corners of the bed and give him a good fucking. While the boy finished his homework Damon would mix a drink for Dianne and make dinner for the three of them.

FINIS

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